"I was to consent in order to save my father's name. I'm going to tell you about it because you're a lawyer, aren't you, and the finest man in the world? I have it here."
Geraldine loosened her coat and felt inside her white blouse for Miss Upton's letter.
Ben laughed and blushed to his ears. "I haven't attained the former yet. The latter, of course, I can't deny."
Geraldine produced the letter, inside of which was folded that from her father.
"Miss Upton wrote me about you and—"
"You're not going to show it to me," interrupted Ben hastily. "I'm afraid the dear woman spread it on too thick for the victim to view."
"You see, she knew how I hate men," explained Geraldine, "and she knew how friendless I was and she wanted me to trust you."
"And do you?" asked Ben with ardor.
"Yes, perfectly. I have to, you know." She tucked back the rejected letter in its hiding-place.
"And you're not going to hate me?"